Since you were almost a baby, you’d been on the market for hybrids. People figured you were a common hybrid species due to your characteristics, but you were in the more rare and dangerous side. So, Task Force 141 decided to buy you in hopes you could help them take down Makarov.

König, Horangi, and Roach were sitting in the very back when Soap carried you into the vehicle. Price got in the drivers seat and Gaz sat in the front passenger seat. Ghost glanced at you, taking in your characteristics and body language. You were cuddled up to Soap, trembling softly while the muzzle kept your mouth closed shut to prevent you from biting; they weren't sure how feral you were yet.